A Southern Expatriate: Bye Bye Japan

YES PLEASE

It was finally time to head home, so me and Riza packed up and headed to the airport. When we got there it was the most stressful experience I have EVER had in an airport. I am pretty sure that no one knew what was going on. Even when I asked English speaking workers which line I should stand in (there were about 50 million) they really had no idea what the answer was. I eventually found where to check in, and made my way through security. Riza met up with me at my gate and said bye and I boarded the plane. It was a Japanese airline operated through United, so all of the food was Asian food. It wasn't too bad, there was this really good yogurt they served. I didn't have as much leg room as I had on my flight over here, but it wasn't miserable. There was no one sitting on my left or right, so I had all of this room to throw all of my stuff around and play musical chairs, which is a favorite of mine on planes.

Nicole Kidman about to die. Sorry if I ruined the movie for you.

In the seats behind me there were only two people, so I could sit in one seat and lean all the way back and not feel guilty for leaning back on someone. But when I went to lean back, the guy sitting behind me on my left had his head resting on the seat in front of him, so when I leaned back, our heads were right next to each other. I could have stuck out my tongue and literally licked his face, that close. So I got really nervous, and didn't want to move to fast because then he would wake up and see me being all weird, so I just awkwardly sat there for a little bit until I could creep out. There was a baby sitting a couple seats over from me and he had this sick little baby crib that mounted on the wall, I would have taken a picture, but I had already had too many awkward encounters on this flight so I decided not too. I didn't sleep at all on the flight, probably because of the crappy seats, but I watched five movies, so I was pretty entertained. I watched Moulin Rouge and it just reminded me of how weird that movie it, but the weirdness makes it
really good. When I landed in America I was soooooooooo

excited to see English. I knew exactly where I was going and which lines to get it, it was heaven. I got through customs with ease and sat down at my gate and read GQ with Beyonce looking all kinds of sexy on the cover (if you read the article about her it is kinda scary). The store that was right by my gate was called America! so I took a picture with tears in my eyes because I love my country so much. This trip was the trip of a life time and I will remember it for forever, but I was so happy to be home, which is why my word for this post is "home", so here is my last translation, ie 家. Thanks for reading my first blog on my trip to Japan, and hopefully Val and Jay pay for another awesome trip for me to go on so I can make another one....hint, hint.